GoodBye New Orleans

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Amber POV

"Here daddy, this is the last box" I say handing my dad the last box of my stuff. "Thank you baby girl" he said taking the box and putting it in the u-haul Truck. I nodded and walked back in the house.

Walking around the house, memories started to flood my mind. Walking in the living room towards the big hole in the wall, the memory of JJ and Quinn fighting over the last piece of chicken came in my mind. Going into the kitchen I remembered the time my daddy was cooking bacon but failed because he ended up burning the bacon and spilling grease on his new Jordan's. Boy was he mad.

Walking up the stairs looking at the red stains on them reminded me of when we were little, JJ and Quin used to ALWAYS spill red kool - aid on them and then try to cover it up. Going past the bathroom door with no door knob on it reminded me of how me and my twin sister Alondra used to always fight over the bathroom getting ready for school so my dad took the door knob off. How was that suppose to help ? I dont even know. We still fought over the bathroom.

After walking through the house one more time remembering the fun and bad things I went back outside and got in our Escalade. It was 2:00am and everyone was already knocked out in the back. My dad got in the car and looked at me. "You ready sweetheart?" He asked. I signed. "I guess. Imma really miss it here though." He smiled. "Mee too, but hopefully it'll be better in cali. Now get some sleep. Its an hour and a half drive to the airport." After that I let sleep take over me.

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